Poemetry: An Elephant’s Fear

No poacher’s jeep shakes their spines,

nor crack of gun nor bullet’s whine;

not the lion’s mane nor snarl nor roar;

not the droll hyena nor tusked boar.

No, an elephant’s greatest fear,

teetering a tremble down their trunks,

is to be transformed into a deer,

sensing their girth and greatness shrunk.

If the tigers scorned a massive size,

would they hunger for the thinner guise?

And if they ignored a broader build

bolstered by an elephantine heart,

could an elephant accept, thrilled,

the tiger’s teeth, bared behind lips apart,

for a tinier portion and part?


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